A calling can be handed to someone and still not land if their self-definition is smaller than the offer.
Smallest tribe, least family: that is less a fact about ancestry than a working description of how a man has learned to see himself, and the mind defends its description against all evidence, including good news. The label sets what feels plausible, plausibility sets the emotion an honour gets met with, and that emotion, a kind of bewildered shrinking, produces the behaviour.
Which is why a crown offered to him finds him later hiding among the baggage. A limiting belief never feels like a belief from inside; it feels like accurate reporting on a fence the mind has mistaken for the horizon. Until the label moves, an honour arrives as an accusation, and a man spends his strength managing the gap instead of growing into it.